Runaround On The Underground

(a. bell / v. clarke)



I'm waiting at the bus stop for a double-decker ride.

Supermarket checkout boy finds his way inside.

A shady looking character, his beady eyes on me.

I slip into a window seat, and then pretend to read.



It's a wild, it's a wild, wild, wild world.

The hardest thing is holding on,

Holding on and take the strain.



They're coming at me at angles that i never knew existed.

They ain't gonna get me.

I'm building up my colours of resistance. (colours of resistance)



It's a runaround on the underground.



A cybermatic shopper, with a slight sadistic grin,

Pulls a zipper on her sleeping bag; shuts herself within.

A triple quilted chrysalis waiting for the sales.

A bargain basement butterfly going off the rails

It's a wild, it's a wild, wild, wild world.

The hardest thing is holding on,

Holding on and take the strain.



They're coming at me at angles that i never knew existed...woah

They ain't gonna get me.

I'm building up my colours of resistance. (colours of resistance)

It's a runaround on the underground.



It's a wild, it's a wild, wild, wild world.

The hardest thing is holding on,

Holding on and take the strain.



They're coming at me at angles that i never knew existed.

They ain't gonna get me.

I'm building up my colours of resistance. (colours of resistance)

It's a runaround on the underground the hardest thing is holding on,

Holding on and take the strain.

They're coming at me at angles that i never knew existed.

They ain't gonna get me.

I'm building up my colours of resistance. (colours of resistance)

The hardest thing is holding on,

Holding on and take the strain.


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